What is this lovely fragrance?
Shepherds, what is it that stirs our senses so,
Borne aloft, unlike any other,
With the breath of spring flowers?
What is this brilliant light
That pierces the darkness?
Never has the noonday sun
Shone so radiantly.
In Bethlehem, in a manger,
to you has been born a Saviour.
Go forth. Let nothing hinder,
that you may worship Him.